Parking my bike in it would give her the message.
I know people say this so much that it doesn’t mean anything any more, but when I read this I did genuinely snort what I was drinking up my nose. It was Berocca, and it stung.
[hijack]I had to look up Berocca; it sounds good and I guess it’s available in the US some places. Thanks for broadening my horizons, jimm.[hijack]
Say nothing unless you’re one of those very, very rare people who have the knack of imparting embarrassing information without seeming judgmental.
[more hijack] It’s expensive but it’s my little boost every morning. Could even be placebo but I don’t care - makes me feel refreshed. Particularly good for a hangover. [/mh]
Glad I could give you such a good time.
Maybe this woman was so involved with something else she didn’t know she had that much showing. Maybe I was judging a situation based on what I see on the street every single day, and jumping to the wrong conclusion. Maybe butterflies were flying out of her butt. I don’t know. Neither do you.
Roddy
That’s my position as well; a woman would pretty much have to be on fire before I said anything about her clothes.
Ditto.
Good grief. What in the world are you people saying and how are you saying it? I have complimented many women–some total strangers–on their clothes or hair many times over the years; I have ALWAYS gotten a positive response.
I think they mean something negative about her clothes.
I think fat doesn’t have as many nerve endings. Maybe she couldn’t feel the air on her ass because of that?
Perhaps you are exceptionally good-looking. Attention from good-looking people is welcomed in a way that the exact same attention from unattractive people is not.
Or, maybe it’s been socially ingrained into women that they should always smile and nod at an unsolicited compliment, even if it makes them uncomfortable, and under no circumstances should they let that discomfort show to strangers, lest they seem unladylike. You decide!
Ninja’d! 
I would have lightly traced her crack with the tip of a pencil, walked away quickly, and not looked back. That’s what I do to my daughter when her ass crack is showing, anyway.
And then thrown out the pencil, I hope.
I would have borrowed one of hers. I would, however, have kept any spare change that I knocked loose.
I was hoping you’d notice that! 
If it wasn’t even on both sides I don’t know why anyone would assume it was on purpose. I would have simply said, “Ma’am, your pants have pulled down a bit on one side” and if she said that she knew I would have just smiled and been on my way.
That’s from his poem “Gie aff ay Mah Green!”
Yeah, yoga pants do that, which is why I never wear them in public. That changes the situation a bit, and I would have said something. Imagine if she didn’t realize and didn’t want to show her ass off. Sometimes your mind is telling you things but not loudly…
How difficult or embarrassing would it be to say, quietly: “I’m not sure if you’re aware, but the back of your pants have slipped pretty low.” Unless she was a total psycho, I expect the answer would be either “Yeah, I know” or “OMG, thanks for telling me.”
Or maybe I’m just living in a fantasy world…
That’s what you’d call a real number two pencil.